Chapter 1310 The loneliest memory in the world
Nan Yan was stunned.
She reached out her hand in astonishment and realized that a tear had unconsciously fallen from her eyes.
"how--?"
She looked at the wetness on her fingertips somewhat bewilderedly, and with just such a light touch, more and more tears fell down like beads with broken strings.
How could that be?
She became more and more at a loss, and raised her hand to wipe her cheek with the back of her hand, but she couldn't stop the tears from flooding.
How could that be?
While wiping the tears from her face, she asked herself helplessly - how could this happen?
Why am I still crying?
It was clearly "over", even if the knife was not given away, but its meaning to her was completely different. She had made up her mind that no matter what happened to Zhu Feng or Feng Qianyan, she just wanted to be herself.
I have been the Si Nanyan of the past.
Even though Si Nanyan was lonely, helpless and poor, her heart was strong.
She had clearly made up her mind, but why did she still cry?
Seeing her so helpless and even clumsily wiping her tears, Ran Xiaoyu couldn't help it. She reached out to stop Nan Yan, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped her cheek: "My Lady, it's okay."
“…”
"It's okay. Everything will be fine."
Nan Yan looked at her for a long while and then smiled sadly.
It turns out that some words can only be said to yourself, and you can only deceive yourself.
Even though she was so stubborn and resolute in front of everyone and wanted to end it, in the end, it turned out that she was the one who was truly heartbroken.
Those days of walking on the edge of a knife, those most difficult days that were endured bit by bit, others don’t know about it, and Zhu Feng has already forgotten it.
Only she still remembers and misses it.
That is the loneliest memory in the world.
Feeling that Ran Xiaoyu was still wiping her tears, Nan Yan smiled, stretched out her hand to block her hand, and shook her head: "I'm fine."
"Your Majesty..."
"I'm really fine."
As she spoke, she smiled and slowly walked back to the fire and sat down. Looking at the burning flames, she said calmly, "All the tenderness and love were given by him. If he wants to take it away, he can take it away."
“…”
"I don't care."
“…”
"I don't care..."
Seeing her dazed look, Ran Xiaoyu was speechless and could only sit beside her and accompany her quietly.
The night gradually deepened.
The Emperor and Empress had quieted down, and all the concubines had returned to their tents. However, these low-ranking palace maids and eunuchs didn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and had to sleep outside.
Fortunately, Ran Xiaoyu had a suede with her.
Although Nan Yan didn't know why she was carrying this thing, she had never seen it before, but she got it after she met Ye Zheng.
She didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them lay on their sides, and after a while, they heard Ran Xiaoyu's breathing become even and heavy.
She fell asleep.
But Nan Yan kept her bright yet somewhat empty eyes wide open.
The bonfires around her had gradually died down. In the dim light, she gently stroked the dagger with one hand.
The rough patterns on it were so familiar that they seemed engraved on her heart.
But she still stroked it gently over and over again.
At this time, midnight is approaching.
Nan Yan looked back at Ran Xiaoyu behind her. She was already fast asleep, and everyone around her was asleep as well.
She stood up carefully and walked towards the dense woods on the side.
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